"Marriage?!" Bruce Wayne and Summer Munroe couldn't believe the audacity of this woman. "I was already married!" "I was almost married!" Summer spun her head towards Bruce and narrowed her eyes. "That doesn't count." "It will count today, so we don't have to do this!" Bruce scoffed. Bruce Wayne's publicist watched the world's most mixed-mated couple in Gotham City shout at each other and at her. What they didn't know was that she knew their secrets. She knew Bruce Wayne was the Dark Knight and that Summer Munroe was his sunshine. What she knew was that they'll be the Darkest Sunshine Gotham will see. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF DC'S CHARACTERS. THE ONLY CHARACTERS I OWN ARE MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.

[Book 1 in the Putrid Heart Series] Many would describe him as a mad man. Someone that needed saving. But since when does the devil ask for help? He tricked people by using strategies and their weaknesses against them. Massimo was a man to be feared. Yet even the most powerful man fall in love. Oh and he fell, miserably.

"You are here for one purpose, and that purpose is your womb, you'll bear me many children." "Understood husband."

Mystic Falls has always been home to Sienna Bennett. Long before the secrets. Before the vampires. Before everything started to fall apart. She grew up alongside Bonnie, Elena, Caroline, and the rest-close enough to be part of it all, but always just a little... different. Because while Bonnie never believed in magic- Sienna already knew it was real. When her powers manifested early, her grandmother took her away, recognizing something the others couldn't: Sienna's magic wasn't like the Bennett witches who came before her. It wasn't tied to ancestors. It didn't follow rules. It was hers. Years later, Sienna returns to Mystic Falls trained and very aware of what she is-just as Bonnie is beginning to discover her own magic for the first time. But Mystic Falls isn't the same town Sienna left behind. Strange things are happening. People are changing. And something dangerous has already taken root. Sienna isn't here to play the role her bloodline expects of her. And this time- She's not letting her sister carry the weight alone.

His hand reached around to grab her throat, squeezing just enough to make her head spin. "If you're carrying my heir," he growled in her ear, pounding into her with punishing force, "you're not staying in this camp"

Zilah is surrounded by familiar faces-but she's alone. Trapped in a parallel universe she is surrounded by her friends and family-but alternate versions, the same yet different from her own loved ones. Zilah herself looks exactly the same-down to the scar by her eye. In this world she is the beloved Princess of Novignis; betrothed to a Prince from a far away land. A shifter uprising threatens her life, leading her to seek the aid of a legendary shifter Knight-Ender. She's shocked when she finds that unlike anyone else in her life she does not know his face.

Ashen Forest is not a place meant for the living, it breathes rot and secrets, feeds on bones, and never gives back what it takes. When Aelira Thorne enters its cursed depths searching for her brother, she expects death, what she doesn't expect is Kaelon Veyr. A masked hunter wrapped in shadows, bound to a beast, and carrying a power older than the kingdom itself. He saves her life, but saving her does not mean sparing her or does it? Kaelon is a different breed that she has never seen a Dusk-born. The last of a fallen race once meant to guard balance, now reduced to myth and fear. He does not trust easily or love at all. And yet, something about Aelira fractures the silence he has lived inside for centuries. Trapped together in a forgotten cottage at the edge of ruin, desire coils where it should not. Dreams bleed into reality. Longing becomes dangerous. And the forest watches, patient and hungry. Because Ashen Forest does not tolerate bonds, the past does not forgive bloodlines and loving a monster may cost more than a heart. In a world where survival demands silence and power demands sacrifice, Aelira must decide: Will she run from the darkness... Or let it claim her completely?

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. She hides behind sharp boots and brighter dresses, yellow loud enough to drown out the cracks in her heart. It almost works. Until the man her papa crossed decides to collect what he's owed. He doesn't ask. He takes. Tattooed hands. A ruler of empires built on blood. He closes the distance. She tries to keep it. But he's always liked the chase.

MATURE BOOK. 18 years and over!! Selena is a trying young woman who wasn't always loved by many. She was bigger than most of the people she knew but she still had people around her who she loved. Her friend and her fiancée. But never she had thought that the impossible would happened to her. "WHAT THE MOTHER FUCKING FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!!?" I yelled as Jason squirmed his way off Lucy "Its not what it looks like baby!" He yelled. Am I dumb? "Lena we were just playing!" Lucy yelled from the bed Her best friend was sleeping with her fiancée. But is she all miss innocent? After all what goes around comes around right? Started May 28 2017 Published- October 24 2017

| The Mafia Boss and His Submissive | BWWM #1: SINNER'S TRAP An unsuspecting flame in each other's life. One is continuously looking over their shoulder to ensure that they are on track for the future they have envisioned since they were a child. Despite the countless times they've been disappointed, they have all the love and understanding in the world - an enigma. Because of their own past, the other is barred from ever having what they crave. The majority of relationships are bound in transactionality and they yearn for more. Despite being served every conventional need on a platter, they are unable to obtain the one thing they want. Total opposites that fulfill the urges of the others paradox - they should take the chance. It should be easy? ----- He groans into my right ear, "Come on babygirl, beg for it." He takes his hands away, a bitter shriek of irritation rising from the pits of my stomach. With spread thighs and a dripping pussy, his hands grasped my straightened hair and pulled my head back. I couldn't grip onto anything with my hands suspended above my head and my feet held by restraints in the flooring. I was going mad. My weak pleasured cries falling on deaf ears. He kissed the exposed skin on my back, now covered in a small sheen of sweat barely holding up the bra he cut loose like a rope. A weak shriek escapes my mouth as he pinches my right nipple while playfully twisting the other. "Please. Fuck. Please." I start, but the words get stuck in my throat. A few seconds pass as though he expects me to elaborate. I could barely think. His fingers return to my pussy - slender and long; the ring finger softly stroked the one spot inside me that could send me over the edge crashing, while his thumb rubbed my clit in small circles. "You can do so much better babygirl. You want me to make you cum?" He asks, and is met with an immediate nod. "Then address me by my name and fucking beg for it like you mean it." ----- MATURE CONTENT. NOT EDITED